Code Name: EVE

A/N: Okay, vanilla sex over and over is dull, and I feared I might explode if I didn’t do something kinkier. Ideally, leather restraints, a violet wand, and a ball gag would be involved, but as the limitations of the current environment leave little room for dungeon play, I had to make do (*sigh* maybe in a one-shot/sidestory some day). Anyway, I am taking you along on a 12 page PWP detour, but then we will dive right back into the action (believe me, I’m quite excited about where this story is going). Enjoy…

It was now late January, and still nothing. Though Ashley would have loved to find somebody more knowledgeable about plagas to talk to, she learned to let go of her lack of a menstrual cycle. Besides, she knew there were some people that would smack her upside the head for whining about not having to deal with cramps and tampons and bloating once a month. Jack certainly took full advantage of the situation. She felt increasingly closer to him with each passing week. Whenever they were in the same room together, she could barely stand to be more than a couple feet away from him.

This heaviness frightened her, after how badly her last serious relationship had ended. They’d met at the end of her sophomore year in high school, his junior year, and for the next couple months, things had progressed slowly. The second quarter, he’d taught her how to give hand jobs. By the fourth quarter, she’d finally ceded her virginity. A week before prom, the prick had left her for some slut with a loose throat. At least Jack made it easier for her to be more sexually adventurous, or maybe he just made it more difficult to resist. There were times when she couldn’t tell the difference.

Then there were Heather and Ari. Jack’s love of conflict had Ashley worried for the first week. Just because she brushed him off with a scowl, that didn’t mean Heather or Ari would take it so lightly. Fortunately, Jack seemed to know where to draw the line, and all it came to was Heather punching him in the shoulder a few times. It was disconcerting, how much Heather and Jack had in common. Ashley trusted the other woman well enough, and from conversations they had it was very apparent that Heather and Ari were joined at the hip. The soldier appeared as dissatisfied with any distance between him and his mate as Ashley felt. That didn’t stop her from dreading a day when Jack would suddenly find her inadequate.

Fortunately, she could confide in Ari. There was something… spiritual about him. He was very earthy, very peaceful, and he was into things like aura cleansing and fortune telling. When Ashley and Jack were alone—and sometimes when they weren’t—Jack snerked about it. She avoided anything that would blow their cover, but it was nice to have someone who’d listen to her if she needed emotional support. There was probably a dictionary somewhere with Jack’s picture right next to the entry for ‘emotionally unavailable.’

As far as Frank’s teasing was concerned, Ari just smiled and shrugged it off. He knew the man didn’t mean anything by it, that it was a way to keep people at arms’ length. The Spaniard couldn’t deduce why, and pressing him would only make him put up more walls. That other man’s emotions were so carefully guarded and controlled that Ari couldn’t even sneak a peek. Ari would have to give him time. For now, he talked to Cassie when she needed it. An infinitely easier task than talking to Frank. Cassie wore her heart on her sleeve, with little fear of it being seen. It emitted worry, lots of worry. Too bad he couldn’t zero in on specific details… But, there was a lot of time for talk in the winter. The cold weather kept people indoors and off the trails. Ari was putting the finishing touches on dinner for four and Cassie was mixing batter for a cake.

“How is it that you met Heather, anyway?” Ashley asked.

“I met her here one summer, back when I could still hire help for the place. I’ve never been much for unnecessary hunting, but we went on some nature walks together and I discovered we had lots of things in common under the surface.”

“Like what?”

There was more than idle curiosity. He resisted the urge to ask her what was wrong and waited for her to come to him. “Reasons aside, we both loved being outdoors and we both knew a lot about what was out there. We could lie under the stars and pick out constellations, or go bird watching and see how many different kinds we could find in one trip. Besides, the opposing traits balance us out. She keeps me grounded and logical, and I keep her in touch with her sensitive side.”

“Hm…” The girl debated her next words as she poured the gooey mixture into two pans. “It’s good that you found common ground. Sometimes I worry about Frank and me…”

There we go… “How so?”

“Well… For example, that one day we all went out shopping. On the way back, Heather was telling him about this place called the Knife Shack and they decided to stop in quickly. They were in there talking about limited edition gold griffins or something, and I just felt… I don’t know, out of the loop. I mean, I also got the feeling he was trying to impress me, but…”

“How long have you known him?”

This answer was going to be embarrassing. “Not that long, actually. When we went out, it was just supposed to be a short trip,” that part was half true, and she didn’t like lying to Ari, “kind of show me what was what. Then when we got lost… He saved my life when we got attacked, and took care of me. I got really attached to him. Now that he doesn’t need to play the protector role anymore, I’m afraid he’ll get bored with me. I told you about that other guy…”

“If you can’t find a common interest, you could always make a common interest,” Ari suggested as he spooned rice onto four plates. “Learn something he likes and teach him something you like.”

That was unlikely. Ashley liked music, and Jack’s teasing indicated he cared little for her taste in that area. There was something else she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t look at him when she did. “What… what about, you know, intimacy?”

Ari raised an eyebrow at her. “What about it?”

“It’s almost Valentine’s day and I… I’ve kind of… been contemplating ways to make it more interesting, but… I’ve always been encouraged not to be too imaginative about… I mean, my dad was the kind of guy who had to obsess about public opinion so…”

“You… might want to talk to Heather about that one…”

“I hardly ever talk to Heather. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

He shook his head and smiled. “She loves to talk about sex, believe me.” As Ashley set the timer on the oven, he put the plates on the table. “Go find the others and tell them dinner’s ready?” Cassie nodded and scampered off.

XXX

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Ashley giggled from the passenger seat of the van. Heather drove, and both girls had dressed for cooler weather.

“You ever been in a sex shop before?”

Ashley shook her head, watching the buildings scroll past her window. “The kinkiest place I’ve ever been was Fredrick’s of Hollywood, which is just fancy lingerie. And that one section of Spencer’s Gifts. I guess Spencer’s is more crude novelty items, though.” There was always a lot of pressure to be extra good, actually. If anybody recognized her in a place that wasn’t appropriate, there was more of a risk of it getting back to her dad. Actually, now that she felt secure, it wasn’t depressing that no one here recognized her. It was a bit of a relief to be out of the President’s Daughter role.

Heather laughed. “If you feel self-conscious, just remember everyone else is in there for the same reason.”

That was easier said than done. The blonde girl walked in with a weight in her chest and her hair partially in her face. She scanned the room from the door. There were things that were self explanatory, and just as many in mysterious boxes and bottles labeled with foreign languages. What a relief it was to have Heather there. Otherwise Ashley would have wandered around aimlessly too nervous to pick anything up.

As it stood, however, when Cassie hesitated, Heather took her wrist and dragged her deeper into the store. “So, was there anything particular you were looking for?”

“I… I don’t know…” Ashley looked at the shelves like the items on them would jump off and bite her.

Heather smiled patiently. “What does Frank like?”

“I…” Ashley blushed. “He… I guess he likes restraining me, but… I don’t know…”

“Okay, you know what? We’ll start over here.” Heather led the other girl over to the lingerie section.

That was much easier. After poking through racks over there and trying a couple things on, Ashley felt comfortable enough to go examine the mysterious bottles. As they talked, it came up that Jack had teased her about following her into the shower more than once.

Heather grinned and held up one finger as she scanned the bottles. “I know what you should get.” Then she triumphantly plucked a bottle off the shelf and pressed it into Cassie’s hands. “It’s waterproof.”

Ashley held it uncertainly. “Why?”

The dark-haired girl snorted. “Have you ever tried to have sex in a shower?”

“No…” Ashley half held it out, hoping Heather would take it back. She didn’t.

“Think about it, you might change your mind.”

Ashley sighed, but let it go. As time passed, she was actually having more and more fun with it. They took a peek at the bondage stuff, and Heather whacked her on the butt with a paddle. The two girls left the row giggling, but empty handed. Despite the fun she had goofing around, she left with the weight of how to present these things to Jack settled firmly on her shoulders.

XXX

Jack had actually given some thought to Valentine’s Day. With the girls out, he sought out Ari. “Hey. I was, uh, actually looking for some advice about something…”

XXX

Heather and Ari went out every year, so her and Jack would be alone tonight. Ashley stared at her profile in the mirror of the woman’s bathroom and adjusted the wire under her tits for the umpteenth time. The bra was sheer, pale pink, with a weaving of pale pink lace and black ribbon across the tops of the cups that turned up and became the straps. The thong matched. With a sigh, she wrapped the short, pink robe back around herself and tied it. She was having second thoughts about the shoes. Six inch heels. She’d practice walking in them whenever her and Jack were apart, but not very much. Nothing she wore under the robe was exactly comfortable, but she didn’t expect it to stay on long.

Heather made a quick stop upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “We’re on our way out.”

“Do you know where he is?” Ashley asked, leaning over the counter to examine her lip-gloss.

“He’s in the basement.”

Two flights of stairs? “Goddammit,” she grumbled. She could take it slow, or she could tackle the first flight of stairs barefoot. “Thanks. Have fun.”

“No, no. You have fun,” Heather teased before leaving.

XXX

The soldier heard the footsteps before they made the top of the stairs. It didn’t sound like Heather. It was the distinct, rhythmic clicking of high heels. Well, not rhythmic, exactly, at least not in this case. The person was walking carefully, making the pattern uneven. Ashley up to something? He came around from behind the pipes he’d been checking just as he heard the door at the top of the stairs open and the clicking coming down the steps.

The girl focused all of her energy on not falling. A wave of relief rippled through her when she touched bottom without incident. “Jack?” She tried to add a seductive note and hoped she didn’t sound corny. It was kind of chilly down here. She should have thought of a way to lure him upstairs.

He was standing in the isle next to the washers when she rounded the corner. An eyebrow rose at her tone as much as at what she wore. Needless to say, he was intrigued. “What’s this about?”

Ashley sauntered up to him, slipped the robe off one shoulder, and turned sideways to strike a pose. What she was about to say would be cheesy, but she figured if she committed to it she could make it work. “You want to open your valentine?”

He did want to find out what was under there. Rather than go to her, because he liked watching her walk, he gestured to her.

Feeling more confident, she put a spin on her ninety degree turn. When she took her first step, her center of gravity was shifted just enough for her to lose her balance on the shoe. Jack flashed forward and caught her before she went too far, but it didn’t do much to save her pride. She laughed to cover it up. “I knew I shouldn’t’ve been this ambitious…”

Jack tightened his arms around her, excited by the way the loose fabric slid over her bare skin. “I think it’s going all right.”

“I wanted to make it interesting, so you wouldn’t get bored.”

“Bored? Of my little princess?” A short laugh. “Never…”

“I know I’m probably not your type, but…”

With his arms still around her, he backed her up against the folding table. She stumbled again, just a bit, but he kept her from going over. “How would you know my type?”

“I’m not very strong. The most athletic thing I’ve ever done on a regular basis is DDR. I’m not-”

He cut her off with a kiss. “Maybe I like soft girls, that’ll let me push ‘em around once in a while. Did you think of that?”

Ashley shook her head.

“Then quit worrying.” The next kiss he gave her was deeper, more leisurely. As her weight melted into his arms for support, he lifted her onto the table. Now to see what else she’d done… No time to bother with the tie. He yanked open the robe and eyed the flimsy garment encasing her breasts. The effect of the chilly air on her nipples made him lick his lips. The garment was, after all, very sheer. His middle finger traced a spiral around her breast, zeroing in on the pink bud, as he smirked at her. “Certainly isn’t boring.”

“You like it?”

He pulled the tie then had her stand up and turn around. Silky waves flowed down her arms and legs, and then puddled on the floor around her feet. He heard something in one of the pockets impact with the floor, but ignored it for now. His hands ran up the backs of her legs and squeezed her rear. The thong he couldn’t deny interest in, of course. Ashley had a great ass. “The shoes I like.” He tugged her up against him, touching all over. “But I think I prefer your normal look.” Not that what she wore would make him turn down the offer, seeing as it would be on the floor in a matter of minutes. Given the choice, though, this look wasn’t exactly his thing. Frilly, synthetic… Heh, like the Asian bitch…

The girl hunched her shoulders. She really wasn’t very good at this, was she?

He turned her around and trapped her against the table edge. “Hey, I’m still gonna enjoy the hell out of this…” The high heels brought her much closer to his level, and he could keep her closer as he buried his face in her neck. As he sucked, she sighed and fisted her hands in the back of his shirt.

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes. Her hands ran down his back, under his shirt, up his sides, and around to his chest. Then they were kissing, and she raked her nails over his abs. Just as her fingers were slipping into the waist of his jeans, however, he stepped back from her.

He jerked his head toward the garment on the floor. “Pick it up.”

“I’ll fall,” she giggled.

“No you won’t.” He tilted his head to watch as she grabbed the edge of the table and crouched to comply. As she pulled herself back to her feet, he said, “There’s something in the pocket.”

“Eheh. Yeah, there is,” she blushed. Heather had convinced her to get the lube and a bullet vibrator, but she hadn’t really been planning on bringing either of them up. Especially not after his comment about the lingerie, and his confession that he liked nice girls. She didn’t want to stop and move to the shower, and she didn’t know what he’d make of the vibrator. But when he saw her hesitate, he reached for the pocket himself. All he did was raise an eyebrow. “It… it wasn’t my idea...”

Krauser looked from the objects in his palm to her. “Then why did you bring them?” When she only shrugged sheepishly, he laughed. “I think you’re kinkier than you let on, princess.”

“I’m not.” Traces of an indignant scowl.

His eyes flicked around the room. By the time they landed back on her, he had an interesting idea. “Well let’s see…” The bottle and the toy clattered on the table and then he was undressing her. What little there was to undress.

“See what?” She stumbled in the high heels as she stepped out of her panties. Evidently he didn’t intend to take them off. Her feet were starting to hurt…

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and bent her at the waist, so that her arms propped her up against the table. Grinding his pelvis against her back, he squeezed, pinched, and rubbed her torso, but decided not to answer. Instead, he pushed her legs apart with one of his knees, picked up the vibrator, and dug the tip roughly into the top of her slit. She moaned and pressed her hips back, so he rubbed harder.

“Nn… ah… mm…” Ashley squirmed, whimpering, and then grabbed his wrist as a miniature orgasm made her bite her lip. He reached around to spread her labia with his free hand kept going. She panted up to her apex then choked on her breath at the top as he did it to her two more times.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured in her ear as he used one hand to undo his fly. There was a very specific plan in his mind, but he had to loosen her inhibitions a bit first. So he made himself be patient—which wasn’t too hard because his plaga helped with his stamina—and stabbed into her intimate depths without moving the buzzing toy from its post.

The girl, who had straightened up over the course of the previous game, fell toward the table again and caught herself on her forearms. The extra six inches under her feet made the reach much more comfortable, and she didn’t have to lie with her hipbones on the edge of the table. A pleased sound vibrated her lips and she lowered her head, rocking slowly in time to his thrusts. Not entirely surprising, it wasn’t long before he was fucking her hard and fast enough that it shook the table. At the same time, however, the pace was bordering on inhuman, and that was something she wasn’t used to. Hence the white-knuckled grip she now had on one edge of the table. He rode her hard until she was just about screaming, and then he abruptly stopped and withdrew. The sudden lack of sensation made her feel breathless and empty. It almost stung a little, the sudden rush of cool air. The girl looked back at him and made an annoyed sound.

It was met with an amused chuckle. The soldier turned her around to set her on the table, pushed her onto her back, and then temporarily abandoned the vibrator so that he could grip her waist with both hands. She pulled her knees up and apart without being prompted and he jerked her to the edge of the table, impaling her again. One more round of hard fucking and he felt she was ready for him to take the game to the next level. He withdrew again and bent to pick up the flashlight he’d dropped on the floor. “You and I,” he grinned, “are gonna play a little game.”

Ashley opened her mouth to ask for clarification, but the question was lost in a gasp as he shoved the flashlight handle into her. “It’s cold…” She squirmed.

“You’re hot little cunt’ll warm it up fast enough.” A large fist closed around the shiny, silver cylinder. “Stop squirming, and keep your legs open.”

“Or what?” She giggled.

“Or you get my dick in your ass,” he grinned.

Ashley laughed. “Seriously, Jack…” He gave her a look and she realized he was serious. “But- That-”

“Wasn’t the idea of this to let me do what I want to do? And the rules aren’t that hard to follow.”

She wasn’t so naïve as to believe he wouldn’t find a way make them difficult to follow. “But you’re too rough…”

“Just play along.”

Plastic buzzed her pearl, interrupting her protest. Ashley bit her lip and her hands tightened on the backs of her knees, but she did what he’d said. Though it made her muscles sore, the second part of the command was easy. The first part, however, grew steadily more difficult, especially when he turned one hip toward her to push the flashlight firmly against the sensitive place on her back wall. Why his hip? Because the fingers of his other hand were occupied with holding her labia apart and her hood out of the way, leaving the sensitive bundle of nerves vulnerable to the torture from the toy. She’d known he wouldn’t make it easy. For the first time in months, she allowed herself to think back to the shack, trying to use the memory of his cock tearing into her from behind to ignore the current stimulus, but she couldn’t remember the pain clearly enough. This sensation was here, now, immediate. It was more like the night he’d pounded her mercilessly into the floor, until the pleasure had become pain. She’d struggled and bucked, but there had been no escape from the hard flesh ramming into her pussy again and again and… Ashley came with a loud gasp twitching spasmodically and curling forward.

For a moment or two there, he’d worried it wouldn’t go the way he wanted after all. The girl let out a very enticing, defeated groan as the foreign objects were removed from her lower regions. Jack, in contrast, couldn’t possibly look anymore pleased with himself.

She watched him as he slid each finger on one hand into her one at time, until all five of them were glistening and sticky. “Can’t I just suck you instead?”

His fingers dragged her honey with them as they slipped down to play around her puckered hole, his eyes glued to hers. He felt as much as watched her tense up. His fingers continued their caressing, each taking turns with a light touch. “That wasn’t the agreement.”

“Technically I never-” Surprise cut her off when his fingers plunged back into her, pointer and middle in her pussy, with his pinky in a much more… well ‘shocking’ place.

“Does it hurt?”

His pinky? “No, but…” But that was a far cry from what she was really worried about. “Not yet…”

“It’ll only hurt if you don’t relax, princess.”

Was that supposed to be comforting? Ashley took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to find something in the myriad of feelings that she liked. Protesting wouldn’t help.

He had to stop to pick up the small bottle and withdraw his fingers. A drip slithered from the bottle and pooled on the tips of his pointer and middle fingers. Those two fingers stroked over her back entrance and then returned for more of the clear liquid. Carefully, first one and then both glided inside, twisting and working her open. Wide, doe eyes were fixed on him, and her breasts heaved with the carefully controlled hyperventilation. Their new bond didn’t prevent that startled, helpless expression from shooting warm bolts straight to his crotch. His unoccupied fingers threaded into her hair and under her head as he bent to kiss her and the fingers inside her scissored, first vertically and then horizontally. He felt the whimper in her lips. Did she even realize how fucking hot that was? “Good girl,” he purred in between kisses, eyes closed. “That’s my good mate…”

His fingers didn’t feel awful, but she still felt some anxiety about taking his dick—and she knew for a fact that she’d be doing just that before he was done. At the same time, over the course of the last months, she’d discovered that letting him dominate her like this had developed into a bit of a turn on. However, she wasn’t sure if it was related to the dynamic of their plagas’ relationship or if it came from some part of her. Not that her plaga wasn’t as much a part of her as anything else, but… Just as she’d adjusted to—and maybe was even beginning to enjoy—the two fingers, he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes and watched him smear the lubricant over his length, blushing when he noticed and smirked at her. It wasn’t hard to appreciate the image, but it would have been easier if what was inevitably coming next hadn’t been hanging over her head. “Please go slow?”

Krauser rolled both of her legs to one side, knees still bent, so that she could take a break from holding them up in the air. As he lined up with his target, she grabbed his arms, and when he breached her back entrance, her grip tightened, digging her nails into his biceps.

She forced herself to relax everything below her waist, but the tension needed some kind of outlet. He withdrew, and then pushed deeper, repeating this process until he was just over halfway inside her. During all of this, she’d been whispering incoherent, barely audible pleas, and she decided they were reminders for him to go slow, but she wasn’t certain that was entirely accurate. On this last pass, the feeling of so much of him gliding into her left her gasping with her back arched as much as the angle of her hips and her grip on his shoulders would allow.

Jack stopped, grinning. “You okay there, princess?”

“I guess…”

He massaged one of her breasts in lazy circles. “You know what I think you need?”

Ashley shook her head, squirming a little. It felt strange, rather painful, and if he didn’t withdraw again soon… But he did, and she sighed in relief to see the flashlight and the vibrator in his hand again. She turned onto her back without being prompted, held the backs of her knees, and closed her eyes. There was resistance at first, because she wasn’t as wet as she’d been before, but the more familiar stimulation was a welcome change.

“That better?” He purred.

“Mhm…” Ashley smiled.

“Good girl.” While she was distracted, he slid back in, sinking his entire length this time. She whimpered and tightened. “Sh… You’re okay, princess,” he murmured, just barely moving his pelvis.

The new intrusion displaced the inflexible flashlight, which was also pressed in harder by his abdomen, stretching her painfully; a counter point to the warm tingles from the buzzing plastic. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was another strangled whimper. He didn’t stop, but as she very gradually relaxed into it, he lengthened and finally sped up his strokes. Ashley hugged Jack with her legs, grinding down on the flashlight as hard as she could.

She glimmered with the heat of the act, her skin pink. Her honey leaked around the edges of the object lodged in her pussy, trickling down to the hot flesh moving in and out of her. He decided the vibrator wasn’t necessary anymore. Muscular arms slithered under her and scooped her up, so his tongue could reach and charge through her parted lips. The position change made her cry out as the intrusions resettled and she clung to his shoulders for extra support as he bounced her on his cock. “Careful, someone might think you like taking it from both sides,” he teased. “Hardly proper for a snobby little princess…”

“Just… just shut up and fuck me…” she panted. It was surprising, but she might get to squeeze one more orgasm out of this after all.

Getting feisty, was she? Oh, this would be fun… He slowed to almost a stop. “Is that the nice way to ask?” he purred.

Biting her lip, she locked eyes with him. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… Please fuck my ass…”

“There yah go.” And he did, until they both finished.

Ashley flopped back on the table, panting. She was vaguely aware that he hadn’t dislodged himself or the flashlight yet, but she tried not to focus too hard on it. Coming down from the high, it could easily be painful. In fact, a general soreness was already settling in…

Jack paused to eye her. “Ready for round two?”

Her eyes flew open. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

Her bangs stuck in the sweat on her forehead, and he brushed them aside to kiss her there. He had only been teasing her again, though, so he stepped back and helped her to her feet.

The young blonde wobbled and flinched when she felt cum slide between her cheeks and trickle down the inside of her thigh. “I need a shower,” she muttered against his shoulder.

XXX

She didn’t stop him from following her into the women’s shower room. Quite a bit of wet and soapy touching and massaging ensued, but it didn’t evolve into anything heavy; even when he reached between her legs to wipe away the residual semen and lube. Jack was hungry, and while he couldn’t resist a good fuck session, he’d actually meant to get to the kitchen an hour ago. At least an hour ago… Well, there was no rush. He toweled off, pulled up his pants, and waited while Ashley dried her hair. She was wearing the silky robe, and nothing underneath it. As they put their arms around each others’ waists, he gave her an extra squeeze.

Pure heaven, to be out of those shoes, but she was glad he’d liked them that much. Her confidence had wavered for a moment after she’d tripped. As they passed through the dining room, an object on one of the tables caught her eye. Spotting small details no longer surprised her. It was a rectangular box, wrapped in plain green paper. “What’s that?” She felt him shrug. Curious, she broke away from him and picked it up to read the tag. Then she reread the tag. Then she blinked at him. “You… you got me something?”

He gave her an indignant look. “Do you have to be that surprised?”

The girl beamed and fumbled with the tape. It was vanilla rose body spray, which was nice, but she knew before she’d opened it that whatever it was wouldn’t matter much. He’d thought of her. He’d bothered to get her something. She all but tackled him, squeezing his ribs hard. There was a surprised moment of hesitation, and then he hugged her back.